“Okay, he hadn't exactly been happy. But welcome to the club, right? He had eyes. He could see auras, those swirls of color that surrounded all living things, as unique as fingerprints. And those auras told him there were a… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“Lavender used to be my favorite color in the box of sixty-four crayons - you know, the one with the sharpener built into the side...It seemed like it could draw anything. It was the right color for everything. I drew lavender flowers and my father's lavender eyes, my mother's lavender smile. They were the same to me, mother, father, flowers.… — Melinda Metz Copy Share
“Okay, he hadn't exactly been happy. But welcome to the club, right? He had eyes. He could see auras, those swirls of color that… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“Maria loved the way she and Liz could just sit in the same room together, each doing their own thing, sometimes talking, sometimes not.… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“Somehow she could always think better when all her hair was out of her face. Stupid, but true.” — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“I'm thinking we need a plan...I'm thinking it should involve running.” — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“They were roots, Michael realized. Every memory of Maria was a root she had put inside his body. Too many roots, he thought. If… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“She's like one of those Siamese cats. You know - totally self-interested, way too beautiful, way too aware of the fact, and totally willing… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“Isabel wondered if there would ever be a time when she could stop being careful. If there would ever be a time when she… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
